Sit down and give me your opinions seriously.

1 Lady: 

      You say you have a mind to marry Lady.

Margarita: 

      ’Tis true, I have for to preserve my credit,
      Yet not so much for that as for my state Ladies,
      Conceive me right, there lies the main o’th’ question,
      Credit I can redeem, mony will imp it,
      But when my monie’s gone, when the law shall
      Seize that, and for incontinency strip me
      Of all.

1 Lady: 

      Do you find your body so malitious that way?

Margarita: 

      I find it as all bodies are that are young and lusty,
      Lazy, and high fed, I desire my pleasure,
      And pleasure I must have.

2 Lady: 

      ’Tis fit you should have,
      Your years require it, and ’tis necessary,
      As necessary as meat to a young Lady,
      Sleep cannot nourish more.

1 Lady: 

      But might not all this be, and keep ye single. 
      You take away variety in marriage,
      The abundance of the pleasure you are bar’d then,
182] Is’t not abundance that you aim at?

Margarita: 

      Yes why was I made a woman?

2 Lady: 

      And every day a new?

Margarita: 

      Why fair and young but to use it?

1 Lady: 

      You are still i’th’ right, why would you marry then?

Altea: 

      Because a husband stops all doubts in this point,
      And clears all passages.

2 Lady: 

      What Husband mean ye?

Altea: 

      A Husband of an easy faith, a fool,
      Made by her wealth, and moulded to her pleasure,
      One though he see himself become a monster,
      Shall hold the door, and entertain the maker.

2 Lady: 

      You grant there may be such a man.

1 Lady: 

      Yes marry, but how to bring ’em to this rare Perfection.

2 Lady: 

      They must be chosen so, things of no honour,
      Nor outward honesty.

Margarita: 

      No ’tis no matter,
      I care not what they are, so they be lusty.

2 Lady: 

      Me thinks now a rich Lawyer, some such fellow,
      That carries credit, and a face of awe,
      But lies with nothing but his clients business.

Margarita: 

      No there’s no trusting them, they are too subtil,
      The Law has moulded ’em of natural mischief.

1 Lady: 

      Then some grave governor,
      Some man of honour, yet an easy man.

Margarita: 

      If he have honour I am undone, I’le none such,
      I’le have a lusty man, honour will cloy me..br

Altea: 

      ’Tis fit ye should Lady;
      And to that end, with search and wit and labour,
      I have found one out, a right one and a perfect,
      He is made as strong as brass, is of brave years too,
      And doughty of complexion.